THE PAVILION
PART VII
Penny was awakened Tuesday morning by the knock at the door.
It was Eve again with breakfast for both Barry and Penny. Penny
no longer tried to cover herself or protest against Barry's
allowing Eve to enter. This time Eve was totally nude except for
sandals and her green collar. She spoke courteously and quickly
left. She sensed that this morning was not the time for more
idle conversation.
Penny looked at Barry and smiled. "Well, MASTER, what's in
store for me today?"
"First, you are not to speak unless spoken to. Second, you
are not to look at the Masters directly in the eye unless told to
do so. Third, you are not entitled to know in advance what's in
store for you. You will learn in due time. Fourth, that tone of
voice will only earn you another punishment, unless that is
really what you are beginning to want. ARE you beginning to
enjoy your training?"
Penny didn't answer.
"Penny, when I ask you a question, I expect an answer.
ANSWER ME!!"
Penny looked down at the floor, as commanded. "Y-y-yes,"
Penny replied meekly. "I am--at least somewhat. It hurts, and
it's degrading, but it makes my pussy tingle, and I am beginning
to find the unpredictability and the subjugation exciting."
"You still have a long way to go before you are entitled to wear
the green collar. We will eat, and then we will continue."
After they ate, Barry handcuffed Penny's hands behind her
and attached the collar and leash. He led Penny outside and down
the sidewalk toward the hot tub. Penny was taken to a narrow
part of the tub which was about five feet by ten feet. Penny was
placed sideways on a bench in the center of the narrow space,
which ran parallel to the long section of the tub. There was a
slanted back to the bench, which ran from the bench to the side,
forming a sort of "T" Penny was allowed to sit in the tub, but
was kept bound and hobbled. Her hands were re-cuffed behind the
back of the bench. After she found a comfortable position, Barry
blindfolded her, but did not gag her. "I will leave you for
awhile to relax," Penny heard Barry say. She was suddenly
gripped with fear as she had been that first night when he had
left her outside. Her Master was no longer around to protect
her. Or was he??
Penny relished the gently swirling hot water. It soothed
her aching body, and she soon began to feel quite comfortable.
She abruptly felt hands at her ankles, and her hobble was undone.
Her legs were widely separated, and shackled to something on
either side of the bench on which she was resting. Then she
realized that the portion of the seat between her legs had been
removed! Bands were placed across her upper thighs and attached
to the remaining seat, keeping her in a seated position. Her
arms were uncuffed reattached to something above her head on the
back of the seat. She was "spreadeagle" on the bench in the
water. Was it Barry? Was it someone else? Penny shuddered and
tingled. Someone entered the water on her right side. Penny
waited.
Lips on her right nipple, gently sucking, swirling, tongue
flicking. It stopped, only to be replaced with the same
sensation on her left. She could hear the water swishing as
someone moved around in the water. Was there more than one?
Hands on her hips, arms against the insides of her thighs. Penny
reflexly tried to close her knees, but to no avail. Then she
felt the tongue on her slit, gently sliding up and down, flicking
in and out of her cunt, up and gently across her clit. Then it
stopped. She guessed he (OR SHE!!!) had to come up for air.
Then again, and a slight nibbling of her clit. Penny's breathing
quickened, and the beginnings of a climax began to swell within
her. As her clit continued to be attacked between intermittent
breaks for air, Penny felt ANOTHER hand begin to gently stroke
and knead her right tit, then another on her left. Then a pair
of lips on her right tit, and another on her left. There were at
least THREE tormentors!! Where was her Master--or was he there??
The hands stroking her tits moved to her ribs, and her belly.
The combination of tit sucking, tickling, and pussy-flicking was
overwhelming! Penny struggled, unable to anticipate where the
dancing fingers and tongue would go next. Her eyes rolled back
within the blindfold, and Penny climaxed!
"NNNNgggghhhh! NNNNNGGGGHHHHH! NNNNGNGNGGHHHH!" Penny
made short, degrading, grunting noised as the climax hit her.
The tormentors prolonged their attack causing the climax to be
long and continuous for several seconds. Penny finally went
limp, exhausted, and the torment stopped. She heard the water
swish as the people left her alone in the tub. Then came the
roar. Penny tensed as she realized that the jets had been turned
on, and her spread pussy was right in front of one of the
outlets! The powerful spray of water hit her right on the clit,
and swept down to her gaping cunt and asshole. Penny struggled
vigorously to escape the swirling torment, but could not
appreciably change her position. The water jet caused Penny to
climax again, and again, and again. The remaining hour in the
hot tub seemed to be an eternity before Barry finally turned off
the jets and led her back to the room to be dressed for the
remainder of the day's activities. Penny could scarcely walk.
Back in the room and after lunch, Barry "dressed" Penny in
her costume for the day. First, a tight large elastic band was
placed around her torso just under her breasts. Another was
placed just above her breasts. Similar bands were placed on
either side of both breasts, causing them to be tightly squeezed
between the constrictions. Barry observed how her tits stood out
even more proudly than usual, and how they had taken on a
slightly purplish color. They would soon engorge nicely, and
become supersensitive.
The "bottom" consisted of a type of elastic thong, with a
wide waist band with two bands snapped to it which were to go
through the crotch. Penny stepped in, and Barry tightened it up.
Barry commanded Penny to lie back on the bed with her legs up and
widely separated while he adjusted the crotch bands. Penny found
the position both embarrassing and exciting, especially since she
was forced to assume the position in front of their open window
in full view of the other Masters and slaves assembling on the
beach outside. Barry adjusted the crotch pieces so that a band
was placed on either side of her pussy and asshole. The crotch
bands were crossed in front before snapping to the waist band, so
that her now supersensitive pussy was squeezed tightly in a
similar fashion as her tits. The bands caused her outer pussy
lips to protrude widen even more obscenely, and forced her clit
and inner pussy lips to extend beyond their hiding place and
become prominently visible. Barry thought it might be
interesting as she walked. The friction would be maddening to
her.
"Today will be rubber band day," Barry told her. "The
significance of that will become more clear as we proceed."
Her hands were promptly cuffed behind her back again. Penny
looked at her form in the mirror, and realized how seductive she
looked. To be made to prance around in such a predicament would
be irresistible to most males. She knew that is precisely what
Barry intended. Barry picked up a small sack and reached for the
leash.
Penny was unceremoniously led out to the beach in her rubber
band "bikini." She was an instant hit with both Masters and
slaves. She was forced to parade up and down the beach for
awhile, and Barry allowed those Masters and slaves who asked
permission to touch, pinch, rub, swat, and otherwise manipulate
Penny anywhere they wished as she walked. As she was being used,
she looked around. Everyone was nude. Many Masters and slaves
were simply sunning, but many were also in various stages of
sexual activity, mostly in the water. She was soon very excited
and panting.
Barry led her over to one of the many large shade trees
lining the water's edge. She knew he would bind her to the tree,
but just how came as a surprise! He uncuffed her hands and tied
them to the trunk of the tree about waist level, and tied her
right ankle to one of the protruding roots about five feet away
from the trunk, so that Penny had to bend over to reach the
trunk. The resulting stretch on her tightly bound tits was
increasingly uncomfortable. Barry then reached up and pulled
down a small branch which exited the trunk at about the five foot
level and angled slightly upwards as it extended outward. As one
of the slaves held the branch, Barry tied Penny's other ankle to
the branch. As the slave slowly released the branch, Penny's
legs were stretched widely apart, the right ankle bound to the
root, and the other pulled upward by the branch, so that she
resembled a "Y" lying on its side with her pussy forming the
center of the arms of the "Y." The position caused her to reach
for the trunk sideways, rather than facing the ground, and she
blushed to think of the presentation of her shaved pubic area to
the bathers in the water.
"Masters, gather around!" Barry reached into the sack and
pulled out several black rubber pieces about 1/2" wide and about
6" long. These he passed out to the gathered Masters.
"I have told our slave-in-training that today is 'rubber
band day.' Now, in addition to her 'bikini,' she is about to
realize just what that means. Anywhere on her body is fair game,
except the head and neck. You may fire at will."
Penny could only watch with dread as the group of Masters
surrounded her tightly strung nudity. She tried desperately to
bring her knees closer together to diminish the target of her
cunt, but she could not. The first sting hit her swollen right
tit. The second the left. Penny let out a gasp with each
strike. She did not scream. The next stings hit her back and
buttocks, the next few hit the backs of her legs and belly. Then
the blows came in an unpredictable fashion. The ones on her tits
and belly were worse because she could see them coming, but could
do nothing to prevent them. Nipples, undersides of breasts,
ribs, backs and insides of legs, buttocks, and back--nothing was
spared, save her cunt. More Masters gathered around, mostly at
the foot of the "Y," looking directly into her splayed cunt. It
was almost as if they were waiting for a signal from Barry.
Penny moaned and gasped with the stings, but still had not
screamed. Barry stood just in front of Penny, watching her
reactions to the flailing rubber bands. With horror, she saw him
look at the Masters gathered around the bottom half of her naked
body and slowly nod and smile widely. The first sting on her
bald cunt hit her left swollen pussy lip, the next her right.
The third hit her between asshole and cunt. The fourth hit her
directly on her protruding clit! Penny screamed. The stings
continued uninterrupted from all directions and now, at all
points of her body. Even the sole of her left foot was not
spared. Penny's screams continued for several minutes.
Suddenly, another type of scream was heard, and everyone
looked toward the water. Jim suddenly grabbed Nancy and pulled
her toward the shore. The Masters stopped Penny's torment, and
looked at the Jim and his stumbling slave as they came up on the
beach. He threw Nancy on the ground.
"Damn, she scraped my cock with her teeth. I've told her
and told her to be careful, but she still does that occasionally.
It's like she wants to be punished. Well, so be it. Hold her!"
Penny was thankful for the diversion. It allowed her to
recover a bit, although she knew that she was far from having her
torment ended for the day.
Jim had the others place Nancy on her back and tied one foot
to the same tree as Penny, and the other foot to the same root
extending out toward the water. Her hands were bound over her
head to an adjacent tree trunk. Nancy was also in a "Y,"
although it was far more conventional that Penny's.
Jim reached into his beach bag, took out rubber gloves, and
returned to the water. A few minutes later, he came back to his
slave holding something in one gloved hand.
"Look into my bag and find the gag. Gag her!"
One of the Masters did as Jim asked. The gag was a penis
gag with a large foam pad surrounding her mouth. The Master
buckled it tight behind her head. It would be very effective in
muffling even the loudest screams. Penny didn't know what Jim
had in mind, but she knew it wouldn't be pleasant. She was
supposed to give pleasure, but she had hurt, AGAIN. This time
she knew he meant to teach her a lesson. Her eyes pleaded, but
were unheard. She struggled, and grunted, but could only lie
there and wait for Jim to show what he had in mind.
His hand opened, and he held a jellyfish! With the other
hand, he plucked one of the long tentacles off the jellyfish, and
laid the jellyfish on the beach well out of the area so nobody
would accidentally step on it. He approached Nancy with the
tentacle, and her eyes widened in terror. Jim dangled the
tentacle over Nancy's left breast, and allowed the tip to graze
along the side. Nancy screamed silently into the gag as the fire
hit her left tit and increased in intensity. Then the side of
the right breast, along her ribs and belly, and down the insides
of each leg. Nancy struggled fiercely, and made maddening mewing
sounds in the gag, but could not stop the excruciating pain.
"That was only the tip of the tentacle placed on rather
insensitive areas. Imagine how it would feel if the area was
more sensitive, or if the tentacle were held in place!"
Nancy's eyes widened anew, and the struggles intensified
again, uselessly. She knew what was coming, and she was helpless
to prevent it. Jim reached into his bag again and drew out a
bottle of meat tenderizer. Mixing it with water, he made a paste
which he spread over the areas of torment, and the pain
immediately subsided as the papain in the tenderizer neutralized
the chemical irritant from the tentacle. Although thankful for
the relief, she knew that this was only the calm before the
renewed storm.
Jim dangled the tentacle once again over the right breast.
This time, he allowed the tentacle to hit the center of the
nipple, and slackened the tentacle so that it encircled the
nipple as it lowered down on the breast. It seemed to stick to
Nancy's tit as she struggled, but it did not dislodge. Another
tentacle, another nipple. Finally, through her painful haze,
Nancy saw a THIRD tentacle, and she knew where it would go!! She
saw Jim kneel between her outstretched legs, slowly lowering the
tentacle!! As the tentacle was lowered, her world exploded into
a mass of pain!! The tentacle was layered into her widely spread
slit, with the final bit of tentacle allowed to finally come into
direct contact with, and then encircle, her clit! Nancy's
protestations were so massive, that her screams were clearly
audible through her gag. Nancy passed out, and was quickly
revived with water, only to be hit again with the massive pain in
her tits and cunt.
"Learned your lesson, love?" asked Jim. Nancy nodded
vigorously. Jim removed the tentacles, and smeared the sensitive
areas with the paste, and the pain was dramatically lessened, but
not gone. "I believe I will allow you to remain in this position
with some residual discomfort to reflect on your deeds and the
lesson learned. Besides, it is an advantageous view for you
while we resume our training session with Penny."
Once again, the "banding" of Penny was about to resume.
Barry had an idea.
"Gentlemen, let's increase the discomfort factor a bit."
Penny's eyes looked at him pleadingly. How much more could she
take? Barry went over to the wall of the building and pulled off
a few leaves. "They call these Jamaican nettles." Penny
struggled again, knowing full well where they would go. From the
sack, Barry extracted a metal gynecologist's speculum. Penny
realized her cunt was dripping, and lubrication would be quite
unnecessary. Barry rubbed the nettles into the helpless slit and
across the clit and asshole. The stinging itch was almost
immediately unbearable, and began to increase from there! Then
Penny felt the cold steel of the speculum enter her cunt and
spread it widely open! Everyone at the foot of her "Y" could
look directly up her cunny walls to her cervix. Barry rolled up
the nettles and stuffed them into the speculum, withdrawing it
almost in one motion. She was stuffed with the stinging,
burning, itching wicked things. She could only endure.
"Gentlemen, we may now continue."
The banding resumed. Penny was in doubled torture. Her
cunt was being gnawed away by the nettles, and she felt that her
flesh, including the flesh of her pussy, was being flayed by the
bands. Masters would tire and be replaced by others. She was
allowed short respites, but Penny screamed most of the remaining
afternoon. Sometime during her torture, she wasn't sure just
when, Nancy was released and led inside by Jim for some continued
entertainment.
Finally, the nettles were removed and Penny was taken down
to be led back to the room. Barry treated her nettle stings and
allowed her to bathe, shave her legs, and perform other assorted
toilet duties. She looked in the mirror, and, to her amazement,
saw a beautiful body totally unmarked!! In fact, she felt
wonderful! It was a good thing, because she knew the evening's
entertainment was yet to come!
As usual, Penny ate early, and was led naked, collared, and
cuffed to the pavilion. She was quite used to being presented
nude now, and did nothing to try to hide her private parts from
the gaze of the assembled Masters and slaves. She assumed her
kneeling and spread position on the table and was blindfolded as
the evenings before. During dinner, the Masters were free to
explore her every nook and cranny as they desired. Soon, Penny
was taken down from the table and led behind the curtain on
stage.
The club manager began the evening's entertainment, "Good
evening again guests. Let me introduce Barry again to you for
the continued education and training of the slave Penny."
The audience applauded as Barry came out dressed, as usual,
in a leather loin pouch and sandals.
"Let the training continue!"
The curtain opened, and Penny was wheeled down the ramp and
onto the dance floor. Her still naked body was encased in a
clear plastic box, the top of which came up just beneath the
armpits. Her arms were strapped widely apart to the top of the
box. She was neither gagged nor blindfolded. Her ankles were
chained widely apart to the bottom corners of the box. There was
no slack in the ankle chains. The hole through which she was
inserted into the box was lined with a thick foam rubber gasket
which fit snugly between her and the top of the box. Penny could
hardly move, except for the ability to wiggle her hips obscenely
and bend her knees to give the audience a better view of her
spread labia and cunt. There was a smaller box, about 12" X 12"
attached to the right side of the larger box. Although Penny
could not see it, there was a target and a "bull's eye" painted
on the front of the smaller box, and a small trap door between
the smaller and larger boxes.
Barry continued, "Our slave-in-training, Penny, has learned
to endure and derive pleasure from many different stimulations
and situations. She has endured the indignity of public exposure
of her most private body parts and has been made to exhibit them
in the most obscene manners possible. She has endured near
suffocation and simultaneous sexual stimulation. She has endured
sexual torment by seen and unseen strangers. She has endured a
banding, tickling, waxing, icing, and many other torments, and is
beginning to learn how to appreciate being a slave. Tonight, we
explore another facet of humiliation and indignity--psychological
torment. There will be no pain, no sexual torment, nothing like
what you have experienced so far. You will soon learn what I
mean. May I have a Master volunteer from the audience to throw
out the first ball?" Barry drew a chalk line on the floor about
twenty feet from the box. Penny noticed for the first time that
Barry tossed a baseball in his hands.
A Master stepped forward. "Used to play semi-pro baseball.
I bet I can hit the target." He missed the entire box. Penny
wasn't sure why, but she felt she should be thankful.
Another stepped forward, threw the ball, and hit the target
dead center. The trap door opened with a "clang." The noise
caught Penny's attention and she looked down. Slowly, they began
to come out one by one. Banana spiders!! After about five
seconds, the door snapped shut again, but three spiders were
loose in the box with Penny's nude bound body!
"Tonight we will learn to tolerate those things we fear
most. In Penny's case, it is spiders. She is terrified of them.
People are funny--some hate snakes, some beetles, others spiders.
Every time the target is hit, the door will open for another five
seconds, and more spiders will be set free. They like to roam,
especially wet places. You will note that Penny can only wiggle.
She can't get away from them, and she can't move to kill them.
Not even with her feet. Of course, they are harmless, except for
the way they must feel crawling around Penny's skin, and
investigating the wet places."
Penny was not embarrassed, she was terrified. She began to
sweat profusely, and plead. "PPPLLLLLLEEEAAAASSEE!!! NOT THIS!!
Please, MASTER, PLLLLEEEAAAASSSE!!! AAARRRRRGGGGHHHHHH!!! GET
THEM OFF!! GET THEM OFF!!! NOOOOWWWWW!!!" Penny was nearly
convulsing within the confines of her box. The writhing and
thrusting of her hips was as obscene a show as anyone had ever
seen! The spiders began crawling up her legs.
"Next pitcher?"
Another Master arose to take his turn, and again hit the
target dead center. Another five seconds, another few spiders.
After about thirty minutes there were a good fifteen spiders in
the box with Penny, and she continued to scream and gyrate
violently in an unsuccessful effort to shake them off. Her
strapped fists were clenched tight, and were pounding fiercely on
the top of the box within the narrow slack of the tethers.
Because she was wet all over, the only place the spiders seemed
to congregate was on Penny. None were on the floor or sides of
the box. They were all on Penny!! The spiders were up her legs,
crawling around her breasts, and up her back! They were
beginning to invade the crack of her ass! Then she felt it!! At
least one began to nuzzle her gaping pussy!! They did, after
all, like the wet places. Although she was wet all over, some
places are just special, I guess. Penny's screams and gyrations
took on an entirely new fever pitch when she felt the spider
invade her vaginal opening. It didn't stay long. Too confining,
I guess. But it wasn't the only invader for the evening. After
an hour, twenty-five spiders were loose, and Penny had not
stopped screaming, struggling obscenely, and sweating profusely.
Each time a new pitcher came to the "plate," she pleaded all over
again for him to not throw the ball. He did, and more spiders
were loose if he hit the target. Fortunately, not all the
pitchers hit the bull's eye, but many did. Penny's torment was
more excruciating than any public indignation or pain she had
tolerated. This was FEAR! This was uncontrollable PANIC!! She
had to ESCAPE!! But she could not! She was deathly afraid, but
she was also beginning to notice the rising buzz in her crotch as
the spiders continued to find, and then leave, her most wet
place.
After about an hour and a half, Barry stopped the show.
Penny's ankles were released by Barry's flipping a switch on each
lower side of the box. The top of the box, including Penny, was
then hoisted up by chains attached to hooks holding Penny's arms.
Penny, spiders and all, was dangling from the box top. The box
was removed, and the spiders were picked from Penny's body and
replaced in the smaller box to be turned loose in the wild.
Penny was lowered to the ground, unfastened, and the box top was
removed from her body. Her hands were cuffed behind her. Then,
as she started to be led from the room, she fainted. Barry
caught her, and had to carry her back to the room where she slept
through the night.
----------------------------Continued in Part VIII
